I ran in the River City Roots four mile run today. It was my third road race, and so far my shortest - and hardest. I signed up with my friend Kate, who is tall, lean, and seriously long legged. I should have known better. I pushed to keep pace with her for about three minutes, and then we hit this monster hill. I don't do hills when I run on my own - our side of town is completely flat. It absolutely killed me. I dropped back and tried to recuperate from setting out too fast, but I had a stitch in my side for nearly the whole race. But hey, I finished. And I got a nice running t-shirt out of the deal too.
I've had a lot of sleepless nights lately. I don't know if it's the school stress getting to me, or if perhaps it's just a genetic thing. I remember my mom always getting up in the night when she was about this age. Last night I slept, but tossed and turned with dreams about caring for postpartum women in the hospital (I went to bed after doing homework for my OB class...) Whatever this is, I hope it passes - I'm exhausted.
In the past five or six years, I've tried to better who I am as a person. I'm still working on it, but I try my best to be patient, and kind, and helpful. I want to be mindful of the thoughts and feelings of others, and try to see things from the other person's place before I jump to conclusions. I get frustrated with myself when I stray from this effort. But I suppose we all have our days. If I keep at it I'll get better.
My ten year high school reunion is in a couple of weeks. Strangely, I'm not going. Most of my close friends in school were not from my graduating class, but I still would have liked to see everyone. I always planned to go, but it falls during a difficult time in the semester for me to get away, and the plane tickets were a lot more money than I'd like to pay for a two day trip. Honestly, though, the main event is a barbecue (read: kegger) at the lake. Funny how some things never change. Somehow I get the sensation that I'm not the only class of '97 graduate who isn't going to make a big effort (=spend money to fly) to get to that. Oh, well. There's always our twentieth.
2 comments:
I think you do a fabulous job at being patient, kind, and helpful! I don't know what made you think you are straying from this goal, but it must have been a fluke incident. We are all human and sometimes we do react instead of respond. Don't lose sleep over it! ;)
Thanks, Bearfeet. Your kind words mean a lot to me. :)
The idea of 'responding' instead of 'reacting'... that's something worth thinking more about. Thanks for the insight!
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